chapter 3 - eating

I kneel anxiously in front of the table, my head and hands level with the mounds of food, uncertain of how to begin. Reaching for a cheese plate, I am humiliated by the tug of the golden chains as I grasp a hunk of cheddar and take a large bite. Self conscious at the un-ladylike table manners, I swallow, then take another large bite, reach for a jug of wine to wash it down.

The wine is rich, dark, and red. My throat burns pleasantly as I swig heavily from it. Swallowing deeply I feel the liquid spill from the edges of my mouth, trickling down my face and onto my bare chest. Embarrassed by the stain, I try to wipe myself clean, but simply spread the liquid in a futile gesture. Uncomfortable with the wet smear I tug again at my chains, frustrated that I cannot even wipe the dribble of wine from my body.

I hear a shuffling noise behind me, and realize I have been oblivious to another presence in the room. Looking round I scream in shock, my hands leaping to my mouth as I try to make sense of the creature in front of me. About three feet tall, its bright red skin looks slick and almost reptilian, its animal-like face angular, accented with long sharp teeth and curved horns. The only word for it is 'demon'. It sneers at me, edging closer, its long legs and arms moving in unnatural ways, reaching out to me with a gnarled hand, long fingers tipped with sharp claws.

Paralyzed with terror, I hold my breath as its claws tighten on my breast, my skin suddenly clammy with fear. "Eeat!" It hisses, pinching my nipple cruelly, cackling as I scream again in shock and pain. The sharp pressure makes me whimper in fear as I stare into it's uncanny eyes. Too frightened to move, I hold my breath as it grasps my pussy with its other hand, nipping at the tender flesh with its hooked claws. Panic paralyses my body as the creature taunts me, pinching my most private parts, its face intrusively close to mine, my eyes unable to look away from its hideous grin.

"Eeat!" It says again, a note of horrible insistence in its reptilian voice. I manage to nod, gasping, trembling as I turn back toward the table, trying to extricate my body from its clasp. I hear it let out a lecherous chuckle, its hand reaching between my legs from behind me, groping my womanhood roughly again, making me yelp in shocked violation.

One clawed hand between my legs, the other on my left breast, the creature embraces me from behind, its cold body rough and calloused against my soft skin. My hand are held uselessly at my shoulders by the chains, and I struggle to control my fear and reach for the food in front of me. I grasp a chicken leg from a plate piled with drumsticks, the cold greasy texture of the blistered skin slimy in my hands. I force it into my mouth, biting down on the tender meat as I try to ignore the sensation of the creature's sharp talons on my pussy and breast.

Stuffing the meat into my mouth, I try to mumble a protest, grabbing another leg as I swallow desperately, feeling the creature stroke the still slick lips of my vulva with the rounded back of its claw, sending a terrifying shiver of excitement through my body. I twitch in humiliated fear, mortified by the idea of being aroused by my predicament. The unrelenting finger presses softly, separating my lips, insinuating itself into my cleft, sliding upwards as I am consumed by the intense and frightening pleasure in my pussy.

The creature chuckles, and I feel my will crumple, unable to fight as my body slumps, exhausted and afraid, letting it cradle me in its horrifying and powerful grasp. I know I must eat, and I grab food from the table in front of me, taking whatever is close, gouging a handful of cream covered trifle with my bare hand, stuffing into my hungry mouth, no longer concerned with my dignity or manners. I feel the creature shift its embrace, reaching for a chicken leg from the table even as it teases my vulva with its tenacious claws. It murmurs an encouragement as it strokes me once more, making me cough as I scoop another vulgar mouthful of trifle into my mouth, cream spilling out onto my face and chin.

I have no sense of time, my mind aware only of each moment, every taste, every texture in my mouth, every hard and insistent motion on my exposed pussy. I'm woken from my dream-like state by a new sensation on my swollen sex, something smooth and firm, but more rounded and yielding than the creature's talons. I breathe deeply, swallowing, feeling my distended belly twitch in response to the delightful pressure as I push down with my hips. As I grind my crotch eagerly on the slick object I realize it is a drumstick, but I can't protest, the feeling of the greasy meat is too intoxicating.

I whimper softly, knowing I can't stop the creature from spreading my labia as it presses the chicken leg relentlessly against the entrance to my vagina. My body tenses, disgusted but obedient as the creature snickers, guiding the roasted meat inside me as I bear down, unable resist.

The creature probes me with the fleshy bone, parting my swollen lips as I bite down on a hunk of meat to mask my squeals of pain and to try to push the degrading experience of being fucked with a piece of meat out of my awareness. I'm so focussed on the overwhelming and terrifying sensation of being violated with the carcass that I don't realize that the woman has returned.

"Your work is done. She's mine now." The woman says firmly, talking to the creature. I feel it squirm, releasing me, and skittering away with a sneer. I feel my body fold, collapsing into a fetal position as I feel my body heave and sob with shock. "There, there." She soothes, touching my shoulder, guiding me to the bed.